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The Planet Where They Don’t Give Christmas Presents

“Mars Hubble” by NASA and The Hubble Heritage Team. Licensed under Public domain via Wikimedia Commons.

I wrote this poem about two years ago after a break up with a manfriend. I performed it at a public reading earlier this year. I didn’t know it going in, but the reading was judged. I was just performing the poem for practice. Although I didn’t win, if there had been an applause-o-meter on the premises, I would have won the popular vote based on that.

Caution: this entry contains mild profanity. Read at your own risk. It’s really best not to make me angry. I get my revenge in the most dangerous way: through poetry.

The Planet Where They Don’t Give Christmas Presents

This planet is mainly populated by men who think it’s OK to date a woman for ten months and NOT give her a Christmas present.

What is the name of this planet? Planet Idiot. Planet Asshole. Planet I don’t want to live on this planet.

The inhabitants of this planet often don’t want to spend New Year’s Eve with their ladyfriend. Or introduce them to their families. Or sleep over at her house. Or play with her dog.